"How's that, can it be done?" Feng Yun punched a demon away, and asked Nangong Jiao'er, who was silently thinking on the side.

Nangong Jiao'er frowned slightly, and only replied after a while: "I only know until I try it." ”

"Okay, I'll take some time for you." Feng Yun also stopped inking, quickly retreated behind Nangong Jiao'er, and shouted towards Fang Zhengqing: "If you don't want to die, come to me!" ”

Fang Zhengqing didn't dare to say much when he heard it, so he fled to Feng Yun's side, not daring to breathe.

In an instant, Feng Yun's whole body was surging, and his right hand was constantly changing the seal. Seeing the three of them retreating, the evil ghost excitedly stepped forward, wielding a knife and axe to chop the three of them into a pulp, but before the knife and axe could be added, the breath of yin and cold suddenly came out of Feng Yun's body!

"Yuanyin Waterfall!"

In an instant, the cold black air instantly poured out like a torrent waterfall in all directions! Countless demons were instantly devoured by the black gas, and as the black gas eroded, black frost formed on the surface of the skin of the demons, and the dead qi spread in their bodies like a poison, and almost in a moment's effort, the demons turned into lifeless ice sculptures, and then shattered one by one in the impact, turning into a little bit of pitch-black powder floating in the corridor, and then disappeared.

Fang Zhengqing was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't speak, "This trick is so familiar...... That's right, that's right! Isn't that the trick of the Rakshasa ghost! ”

The temporary safety made Fang Zhengqing's mind work suddenly, and the things that he had not had time to think about before were awakened with the scene in front of him, and familiar memories suddenly came to his heart. He looked at Feng Yun's silhouette in surprise, but the meanness and power of the fat figure, small nose and small eyes with two mustaches in front of him were simply different from the young man with white hair and dusty temperament.

"Tricks? Or is this the same disciple of the Rakshasa ghost? Fang Zhengqing thought in his mind, and couldn't help but look at the "senior Hu" from the Nangong family, if this senior Ma is a Rakshasa ghost, then is this senior Hu ......

At the beginning, he had seen Nangong Jiao'er, who had the reputation of one of the three beauties of Jiuzhou, from a distance, and that beauty still made him intoxicated, and he was not without envy for the Rakshasa ghost who could get close to Nangong Jiao'er, but this envy lasted for a while. The distance is too far, but it makes people can't think about it, plus he is still being chased and killed by the people of Yinhumen, how can he be in the mood to care about what Rakshasa ghosts and what three beauties.

But now the situation is different, knowing that the beauty may be only a stone's throw away from him, Fang Zhengqing was inexplicably excited.

This scene was naturally also seen by Feng Yun, and when he saw Fang Zhengqing's eyes blurred at the thick-eyed "Senior Hu", he couldn't help but shudder.

However, these did not make Nangong Jiao'er's gaze move more than half a point, her eyes only had the plain wall at the moment, renewing the immortal road, these four words are not simple just to hear, let alone to express the situation of the painting.

"Renewing the immortal road, each has its own way, if the painting of the saint predecessors really wants the inheritor to make up for this painting, it must not be to paint his immortal road, but the inheritor's own future. Then what should my immortal path be......"

If it is said that the immortal road is renewed, Nangong Jiao'er and Feng Yun can be said to be very feeling, but at this moment, she has a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she has not sorted out the clue for a long time, there is a struggle and hesitation in her eyes, and finally she takes a deep breath and takes out a paintbrush from the treasure bag.

The real yuan is ink, Nangong Jiao'er holds the sleeve in one hand, holds the pen in the other, Danqing falls skillfully, and it is not long before one person, one mountain and one day, jumping on the wall! The man only had a back, a casual bun, simple clothes, it looked like a man, the back was dashing and dusty, but there was indeed a trace of the ethereal feeling of an immortal outside the world.

Nangong Jiao'er's painting skills can't be compared with the painting saint, it is her limit to be able to paint a trace of ethereal immortality, but after the painting, nothing happened, Nangong Jiao'er's face turned pale suddenly, she bit her lip tightly, she guessed the reason, or she had thought of this possibility before putting down the pen, but she still ...... Can't.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Feng Yun behind her, Feng Yun was concentrating on casting spells to resist the demons that kept attacking, and her head was already sweating, and it seemed that she had consumed a lot.

"How?" As if he felt Nangong Jiao'er's strangeness, Feng Yun asked directly without looking back.

Nangong Jiao'er's body trembled suddenly, and she was half a beat slower before replying, "...... It's not close. ”

"Then you're in a hurry." Maintaining the Yuanyin Waterfall all the time is also a lot of consumption for Feng Yun, and there may be some situation in the future test, not to mention that there may be a big battle waiting for them after they go out, so even if Feng Yun's strength is greatly increased now, he needs to be careful to maintain his state.

"Hmm." Nangong Jiao'er agreed softly, and then looked at Fang Zhengqing, who had a subtle face, and his face suddenly sank, "Why are you looking at me!" Do you want to feed the evil spirits! ”

The loud voice of "Senior Hu" exploded in Fang Zhengqing's head, and he was immediately dizzy, and he quickly turned his head.

Seeing this, Nangong Jiao'er turned around and refocused on the painting in front of her. There is only one man in the painting, which naturally cannot be her fairy path, to be precise, it is not even the fairy path she expected. Her raised right hand trembled slightly, but she didn't put pen to paper for a long time.

Nangong Jiao'er faintly understood the intention of Tuoran Daoist, painted Saint Tuoran Daoist, and studied painting Dao all his life, in order to "seek truth", so that the "false" painting naturally could not pass his test.

“…… My sincerity. ”

After a while, Nangong Jiao'er closed her eyes, and the picture of thinking about it day and night suddenly came to mind, she finally put pen to paper again, maybe it was the reason for being confident, she waved without the slightest hindrance, after a few breaths, there was suddenly an extra figure on the painting, this time it was a woman, there was also only one back, leaning slightly sideways against the man, the two were intimate as if they were appreciating the heaven and earth, looking at the world and coming out of the dust, not envious of the mandarin ducks and immortals.

At the same time as finishing the last stroke, Nangong Jiao'er opened her eyes, and when she saw the words in front of her, a tear suddenly slipped out of the corner of her eye, and then she saw that the entire mural emitted a blazing light, instantly devouring the three of Nangong Jiao'er.

When the three of them opened their eyes again, the world had changed.

"The demon is gone! Where is it? Fang Zhengqing said excitedly, the absence of evil ghosts naturally represents the temporary release of the danger, and it is also the test of this stage on the surface that they have passed!

Seeing that the hard work was not in vain, Feng Yun also breathed a sigh of relief, if he had just guessed wrong, then he really didn't know what to do.

Nangong Jiao'er peeked at Feng Yun's expression with her spare eyes, and saw that he didn't seem to be aware of his previous paintings, and her heart suddenly relaxed, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little sour.

After being vigilant for a while, and seeing that there were indeed no enemies and dangers, the three of them had time to take a look at the surrounding environment.

The place where the three of them stood was a wasteland, where not a single grass grows, and the wind carries a faint smell of sulfur in the air, and not only that, but from time to time they can see scattered ghostly fires rising from all around, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

They looked at it for a while, and then they were attracted by the two fires in the distance at the same time, Feng Yun and Nangong Jiao'er tacitly pointed at the two fires, if it was really in danger, Feng Yun would definitely run away, but this was a test, so there was no other way but to face the difficulties.

Fang Zhengqing followed behind them honestly, his steps were light as if he was a thief, and at the same time, he was constantly vigilantly observing around, he didn't want to eat the loss he had suffered before.

After half a pillar of incense, the three of them came to the place where the fire was shining. When they got closer, they realized that the fire was actually two huge lanterns with an eerie green glow, and this lantern was hung above a huge city gate, and the city gate naturally had the city wall. The city gate and the city walls on both sides are more than ten zhang high, and the city wall extends to the end of the line of sight, but the most concerned thing is indeed the three big characters engraved on the city gate - "Ghost Gate Pass".

“…… Death? Fang Zhengqing's face was a little unhappy, for no other reason, it was simply that he felt too unlucky.

Feng Yun couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Is this considered that there is no way for us to vote?" ”

"I hope your crow's beak doesn't come true." Nangong Jiao'er glanced at him angrily.

"Ha, I can't hide anyway, so let's go through the ghost gate." Feng Yun smiled and walked towards the huge city gate.

"Hmm...... It's so heavy! It took a lot of effort for Feng Yun to open a crack in the heavy city gate, he glanced at the city gate, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, "What if the person who came to seek the inheritance finally passed the previous test, wouldn't he have to die of depression if he couldn't open this door?" ”

Entering the city gate, the eyes of the three of them were still desolate, but unlike outside the city gate, there was a huge palace here! There is also a pitch-black plaque on the door of the temple, on which is written "Difu" in blood-red characters.

"Oh, it's really here." Feng Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Zhengqing clutched his sword tightly, his face was sad, this is a ghost gate, and it is an underworld, it is strange that there will be good things.

However, Feng Yun and the others ignored him, raised their feet and walked towards the "underworld".

Feng Yun pushed open the door, and suddenly a gust of yin wind blew out from the hall, blowing the clothes of the three people to the ground and hunting, and Fang Zhengqing almost jumped out.

As the gate opened, the lights in the hall suddenly lit up by themselves, illuminating the entire hall as if it were day, and the terrifying atmosphere disappeared.

Feng Yun carefully looked at the hall, there was no half a figure, even if the light was as bright as day, there was still a trace of gloom. Then the three of them entered the main hall, the layout in the hall is very exquisite, the giant dragon around the pillar, the little ghost holding the lamp, and even the decorative beads are strung with the same size of green beads. However, it is such a large hall that is enshrined with only one painting.

The scroll is horizontally placed on the gold frame, and it may be five or six zhang long from a distance, and the content is rich, not like a complete scene.

While carefully guarding the surrounding movements, the three of them slowly came to the picture scroll. Taking a closer look, Feng Yun and the others are no strangers to the content on this picture scroll, which is the legendary eighteen-layer hell.

There are a total of eighteen pictures on the scroll, which correspond one by one: tongue pulling hell, scissors hell, iron tree hell...... Torture Hell, Volcanic Hell, Stone Grinding Hell, Knife and Saw Hell. The painting skills of the painting saint are indeed superb, depicting the tragic scene of hell vividly, Fang Zhengqing only watched it for a moment, and his whole body trembled as if he was in the scene.

"This is your final test."

Suddenly, the voice of the Tuoran Daoist came out of the hell scroll, startling the three of them, and then they saw a person walking out of the blood pool hell, who was not the Tuoran Daoist.

Feng Yun watched the Tuoran Daoist walk out, and couldn't help but glance at the blood pool hell he walked out of, legend has it that this hell is designed to punish the disrespectful and evil people, and he seems to have realized something when he sees this scene.

"Senior, senior, the final test you said wouldn't be a trip here, would it?" Fang Zhengqing's body trembled slightly and pointed to the Hell Scroll and asked.

Tuoran Daoist smiled and nodded, Fang Zhengqing was finally smart, but at this moment, he would rather be stupid and make a mistake.

Even Feng Yun and Nangong Jiao'er couldn't help but show a heavy look when they heard this.

"You, you, your test is too much, how can you be punished before preaching?" Fang Zhengqing was frightened all the way to come here, but now he actually wanted him to go to the eighteenth layer of hell to be tortured, and suddenly fear, unwillingness and grievances came to his heart, and he didn't care about etiquette and humility, and directly complained to Tuoran Daoren.

I saw Tuoran Daoist smile freely: "Those who see the punishment are evil, and those who see themselves are true." Again, everything is up to you to choose. ”